Clèmence struggled to maintain consciousness. She had come out of her slumber a couple of minutes ago. The handcuffs on her wrists dug painfully into the skin. Her body naked, bruised and shivering at the cold. Gagged and blindfolded, the darkness became an abyss for oblivion. "It's fascinating watching you reaccustom yourself". The taunt rumbled down from a corner of the room. Clèmence tensed,the voice as familiar as breathing. To her horror, faint steps approached with stealth. The vulnerability of her person made her nearly begin to convulse. Shivers overtook her body, the hairs on neck stood at abrupt attention. "Why the silence?. You seem to have become mute, Sweet Clèmence." Cold fingers caressed her arms soothingly, raising goosebumps in it's wake. Warn breath teased the sensitive lobe of her ear, cooing and petting. "I promise to be gentle, if only you scream for me". ••• Highly recommended readers 16+ due to the mature nature and content of the book. Mature audience advised.

"Unless you have your candy to offer there is nothing you can say or do that will allow you to stay here." MFM (A lot of smut) It was the beginning of a new era. But the end of time. Vampires were dying and werewolves were getting slaughtered. Packs were disappearing and clans were destroyed. The once immortal beings were running for their lives, protecting themselves and saving what was left of them. A curse was placed upon all of us. We were marked, by the dark creature that was soon coming to wipe us all away, one by one. The only shelter I could find after running for months was in a small town in the north where the dark creature never intended on coming as the sun never left. But to my bad luck, the town was ruled by two merciless and heartless brothers who called repeatedly claimed themselves as Alphas. 18+ only. Explicit scenes included.

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?